This is a pretty average teenage experimenting story, but nontheless it's my personal one. I'm a lesbian, but when I was younger I grew up in a very strict christian household. When I was about 13 there was a horrible natural disaster and to conserve water my friend (who lived with us due to damage caused to her house during the disaster) and I had to either bathe together or reuse bathwater. We opted to just bath together while the water is still warm.
We use bubbles to cover ourselves because we were more than a little embarrassed about the situation. We made games out of bathtime after a while so it wouldn't be so awkward. We would throw those little letters that stuck to the side of the bathtub at each other. After a minute or so the person with the least amount of letters on her side won the war.
She had the wonderful idea of having an award to make it even better, so I asked her what and she said "winner gets to do whatever she wants"
We fought a lot, since we grew up together, and I was afraid she was going to torture me or something, since she one. I agreed, then she got on top of me and kissed me and we kissed for a bit.
My mom walked by the door and joked "I can see you" so I jumped off of her. A few weeks later she suggested we just kiss and touch each other without the game, and I happily agreed.
I like looking back on this experience, but I hate that I didn't take advantage of it as much as I should have because I was afraid we'd get caught.